What to say...
The heart weighs heavy. weakness fills the mind. I’ve hurt the ones I love to seek instant gratification. Narrow minded short sighted selfish inconsiderance, that is I, and I am dying inside. Dramatic? Yeah, but no fucks are given. Imagine being stuck in the past, always in the mind. For some, it’s not so hard to do. Crippled in so many ways, suckling on a cloud of haze, for years...
Can't seem to get you out of my head...
And with a sigh, he saught to find the pieces of his life: A bloody knife to tell which way the heart lies, Tangled limbs in finger’s kiss to come with modest bliss; Disconnect A glass of eye with which to soy the inside of our minds, to never find what lies outside, Glassy I and glossy eyes to find a better kind at the end of time… And with a tear to eye, she saught to find the...
fill your lungs/: The Optimist ~ →
fill-your-lungs: This poem is comprised completely out of traditional proverbs. All work and no play means beggars cannot be Only skin deep; but you can’t count your blessings Before they’ve hatched. Ignorance is: “Great minds think fences make good neighbours.” But if anything could go wrong, it goes without…
Roses are; Roses are out of fashion, Romance is dead… Counting days and going through the motions Counting motions going through the days, And I saw you obstain, And thought, “But where’s the passion?” Roses are; Roses are out of fashion, Romance is dead…
Like that infant would have crawled back into the womb; And every pore awakens, Eyes as wide to shut the world out. Out of your head, `And i reject this as my own reality, For pleasantries do well to please, Believe me now; I`ve been wandering, Always wondering what could have come to be, In the dead of that night, Where i stirred with a mighty roar, And bore no remnants of that skin i would...
Give Up// The Ghost
What a joke (we are) we`ve made ourselves, Are we starved of a little attention? Intentionally made the scene, or unconventionally left some pieces in between? Destination saves the message beep, Says the maps that point from ‘a’ to ‘b’ lead us by the by, Or somewhere in between… Check your voice mail, Hail to ours as ever after-fact and faced to front the satellite...
it’s been a while and i feel like speaking into oblivion. it’s 10pm here in my residence, and i have soon to sleep before waking up for a short 9h day of work. endless thoughts creep through my mind. i wish to write, i wish to construct, and at the same time i wish to analyze. it seems, with so much i want to do, a crowded door effect is conditioned, leaving me with a sense of...
Dance with me, for I'll be leaving soon...
demonsanddahlias: Always the same My heart beats faster For the one I love I fall so quickly Every single time Always diving As my lover slowly slides I wait at the bottom Yet some how, Always wondering why I drown
You wear your skin like it's too tight.
i’m right here, in front of you and i can’t stop sh-sh-shaking
&&we could gaze at the sunset twice; once for the pleaseure, &twice for good measure…
always the dreamer.: Lest Your Eyes Be Caught ~ →
pureaffliction: I think I’ve finally made up my mind, To just be thoughtless, lost, a loss for words. Let empty thoughts flow freely, hard to find, Wandering the clouds like bewildered birds. And oh, let what comes and goes, come and go, Whether it love, hate, inspiration or Apprehension. Let waves flow to and…
40th poem posted today :D
Lover, Will You Be (A) Friend?
The days, they come in soft and swell; Oh lover, will you be a friend again? I know it’s been so long, And though the days they seem to creep, I know it true to be what subtleties believe; We sang our lovely song, And it goes on… ~ So will we be in walking while, You turned me too around to say, “Please have a seat tonight and we will savour ours, Just sit down next to me and...
Yesterday seems so estranged. You might have said you wanted to be here, and might of meant it, but it never shows in your smile. fuck this i’ll write into oblivion. you want a piece of my soul? probably not, but you just might get a taste. we’re all a Doppelgänger you ever feel like the people you’re dealing with today are so unlike the ones you met? they claim to be, and wear...
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get...
Sharp Just Doesn't Cut It
Would you be in the ever last cut of scenes? The story of my dreams seems to believe it’s in a world of it’s own, Will it be known what’s bettered best and left to grow? Where have we been? Where have we ever wanted to be? You’ll know it by the hollows of our step’d-in to believe, There in the night of dreams and under light of deems, Should show the shadows of our...